"I'll know better next time," he groans, almost growls, as Essek all but slumps against him, head on his shoulder. Percy refuses to stop what he's doing. If he can't have his hands free, he'll try to fuck Essek like this, especially if Essek is losing the strength to do it himself.

He finds himself hoping there is a next time, even as he hopes that his mate falls pregnant after this first attempt. It's as much a possibility as having to wait for another heat cycle is. Percy mutters a soft, breathless curse when he feels the faint swell at the base of his cock start again. He can feel it as Essek sinks down enough to take it, letting it stretch him more.

Percival turns his head, pressing his cheek to Essek's so that his lips are near the drow's ear.

"All day and part of the night," he murmurs, voice lower. "And then you came to me, barely dressed with your need running down your thighs."